I pursued it out of the simplest calculation a parent can make.

I had watched, with my own eyes, what my children’s mother was capable of doing to them when she believed no one was watching.

I had held my exhausted daughter on the floor.

I was never, as long as I drew breath, going to leave my children in the unsupervised care of a person who had done that, and the law, presented with the truth, agreed with me.

The supervised visitation was not cruelty.